Transcribed by Scott Tucker





I walk home everyday from my jobs

And the pay's not so good

To two rooms, it's not that much, where I keep my stuff

But I call it home

Caroline whispers every Monday morning....





I wish that he'd come home

I wish that he'd come home

I wish that he'd come home

I wish that he'd come home





Lunch break, Prescott Street, where the people meet

And life seems so good

They're like the 45's

When I dream I'm dreaming of you

Watching tv every Friday evening





Just like you were home

Just like you were home

Just like you were home

Just like you were home





I'm alright if you're alright

I'm alright if you're alright





Caroline whispers every Monday morning

Looking out her window

At the snow shapes falling





I wish that he'd come home

I wish that he'd come home

I wish that he'd come home

I wish that he'd come home

(fadeout)